We are a house divided. Matt is a Diamondbacks fan. Mostly because here we live...but I honestly think he really likes them. This has caused spirited discussion from time to time. Especially when I walk through the Sky Harbor Airport, past a certain sports store that is ALWAYS replaying that fated game from the 2001 World Series. I am a Yankees fan. Born and bred, a pinstriped heart. I leave the room and pace if they are losing. I cried during the final game in the House that Ruth built. I turned at the alter and asked for a World Series score. I watched with my newborn daughter as the Bronx Bombers won series number 27. My dad instilled a love for Mantle, Maris, Berra, DiMaggio, and the rest of the greats... I grew up hearing about the times he took in a game at Yankee Stadium and all three of us girls took a part of my Dad's Yankee pride and made it our own. So, of course, I am passing along this love to my kiddos. Jake cherishes his first Yankee hat. He told me today it was his favourite hat in the "whole world, Mommy". Phoebe will always be reminded that one of my first memories holding her was cheering on the team. Now, I will let them "decide" who they will cheer for when they get big...who knows, perhaps they will someday move to San Francisco, or Seattle...but until they do - I will keep buying them those navy blue caps, they WILL hear about my dad's attendance at games at Old Yankee Field, and 61* will not simply be a number. Go Yanks.
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